I thought maybe I’d take up beading again. All this ‘color theory’ I’m experimenting with, with my magic markers and difficult sheep. Maybe I could make some cool creative beading patterns.

But first practice. Get back in the swing of it.

Life is not a victory march.

It’s not one-and-done.

No, no, I’m not wasting time coloring in a coloring book, I’m LEARNING about COLOR THEORY. Here I am appyling principles of dark/medium/light value, with little to no attention to hue. On the left we end up with a very interesting combo which I like and never would have thought to put together on purpose! On the right we examine using all one hue in different values.

I’ve been in a mental funk for a while. Today I am in a total physical funk because I slept atrociously because I ate poorly last night. So today I am dealing with a mere physical problem. And hell, they’re all physical problems.

Sometimes I want to live alone, with few possessions, all of the absolute finest quality, and be a selfish jerk, and be perfectly fine with that.

Sometimes I want to be a hermit woman who lives alone in the middle of Montana or Maine or Alaska. Tytania, you hate the cold. Shut up, this is a fantasy. I live alone in a little cottage with few possessions. Every day I hike, then come back and cook myself something delicious like macaroni and cheese. I listen to a radio and read fine periodicals and books. No internet.

Sometimes I love the life I have.

“Whatever gets you through the night, it’s all right, it’s all right.”

Thank you, John Lennon, for giving me permission to take as much damn Ambien as I want, as often as I want.

Did I mention I had an incredibly good time Saturday night?

As a brewfest it was actually pretty subpar. There were national concerns like Lagunitas and even Anheuser-Busch taking up space. Speaking of taking up space, there was also an awful lot of ciders, hard seltzers, canned cocktails, and other things that WERE NOT BEER.

But it was unlimited tasting, and there was a live band, and the BAND, OMG.

Look, I certainly know dinosaur rock is old. I have also been perfectly aware for some time that the 80s music that was contemporary with my youth is old. But alternative from the 90s and 00s… I mean, that CAN’T BE OLD. That couldn’t be an old gray-haired band playing Green Day, STP, Killers, Blink 182, etc. and that couldn’t be a floor full of severely middle-aged people rocking out? That music was EDGY! It was what YOUNG people listened to!

It’s gonna take me at least a decade to get used to this.

God, I am so depressed.

Another book that happens to match my decor.